Erdthar grunts, rolls over, punches the pack he's using for a pillow, and snores more loudly, almost like he's trying to drown out the annoying sounds interupting his sleep.

Milos eyes grow large and panicky and feels the urge to run away. "What is that? Oh no, the end has come for us I know it... I just know it! he says wringing the edge of his cloak. When Erdthars punches his pack Milo snaps running away as fast as he can back in the direction they came.

Sitting by the campfire Pello listens as the wind seems to play a sad tune. However, as it gets louder and louder fear begins to jitter up and down his spine. Visions of ghosts and death flickers across his mind, and before he knows it, he finds himself running at a brisk pace back towards the inn.

Hell, if I'm staying here. I don't want to be the victim of no ghost!

Quindil would prefer to ignore the noise and go back to sleep.  However, Renoart's shouting and hollering makes that a little difficult.  Quindil sits up, and sees the two little ones running off as fast as their feet can carry them.

"Oh bugger..."

Quindil grabs his sword and takes off after them, if not to stop them then to at least protect them if anything tries to make a gnome or halfing midnight snack.

Erdthar just can'[t sleep with all the music and the shouting and the thrashing through bushes.  He sits up, feeling really grumpy.  "what the f*&!'ng blue blazes?"  Seeing the short folk take off in different directions (most likely?)  he picks the one Quindil isn't following, and lopes casually after.

Vespian glowers hatefully at the others and rises to her feet. She watches Erd and Quindill run off and decides to follow Quindill by air.
Shifts to winged Diva form and flies after Quindil.

Gimuld easily wakes from the light nap he was taking. The erie whistling is too much for Gimuld. He quickly (very quickly) gathers his things and takes off after Pello and Milo in the same path. Hell if I'm staying here!

The tune carries on as panic breaks loose in the camp. Renoart stands to defend all as Pello, Milo, and Gimuld break through the trees in all directions except toward the clearing. Quindill takes off after Pello and Vespian soon joins him. Erdthar wanders after Milo at little more than a walking pace as he wipes the sleep from his eyes.
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"Stop Stop!" Milo says to his friends as they come his way. "I have learned something. We have camped in a sacred circle which is forbidden. We must move and leave this valley. I have a feeling we are lucky that I'm a druid." as he says this he motions back to the camp and starts walking that way.

Erdthar stops his stroll, and waits for Milo as he returns.  "Yeah, whateer you say, you might want to clean the brown stain out of your pants before you try selling that story to anyone else though."

Milo turns on the orc. "I deliverd the message, they wont kill me. They're after you guys. Leave or dont its up to you" He says with a smile. Ruff! Com here boy!

Meanwhile, Pello on small, stubby gnomish legs continues to flee senselessly away from the camp, scratching himself and ripping his cloths as he forces himself through a thorn bush.

Gimuld just keeps on running, narrowly dodging several branches and hopping over low bushes. Being barely able to hear Milo, Gimuld screams back, "I'm not a druid, so I'm getting out of here!"

Darkness fills the camp as the tune remains the same.
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Renoart removes his "everburning torch" and lays it on the ground nearby after the fire extinguishes itself.

"Bless me,....I'd not prayed for a light spell, how inconvienent. Erdthar, have you still your wits about you,...I mean, as much as they were before, it appears most of our comrades have run off."

As Renoart stands guard alone in the dark camp a thick cloud of mist rolls out of the trees engulfing the camp and Renoart as well. The mist is thick, foggy, and nearly impossible to see through.

Milo and Erdthar make their way back toward camp when they see the mist that covers over Renoart. His torch light causes the haze to glow an eerie orange hue, but it does not help vision. They are 80’ away from what was the campfire.

Quindill and Vespian gain on and catch the frantic Pello as he jumps over a fallen log. They are over 150’ from the camp.

Meanwhile, Gimuld continues to dash through the woods as fast as possible.  He is a good 200’ from the campfire.

The said and lonley song continues on, filling the air with dread.

OoC: Movment trough the woods cost double. So you move at half speed.
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Once Milo gets near the camp and has found Ruff he lifts up his hands and in a loud voice says.
In Druidic: "Great Sprits of the Wood please I beg you let us gather our things,then I will lead these folk from the sacred places" I should have been more carefull I take responsibility for them and ask that you release them from your dweomers.


22:07, Today: Milo Hardbottle rolled 17 using 1d20+1. Diplomacy.

Holding up his shield, and, withholding his sword thrust, as the creature who had attacked him, did not try anything more lethal than to run him over.

"What in blazes?! This creature tries more to fright, undead are fouler than this."

"Do any still stand with me? Erdthar?! I saw the creature, it was mounted, but was cloven hooved itself. Strange,...this place is Fey, I think whatever resides here, wishes us to move on, but my not harm us unless we continue obstinately to disobey."

"Let me go, let me go, let me go, let me go, let me go, let me go, let me go, let me go, let me go!" Pello in an almost whisper, as he struggles against Quindil and Vespian.

Erdthar rolls his bedroll, repacks his pack, and does the same for Gimuld and Pello.  Shouldering all three packs, he turns to Milo.  "Where to?"

Gimuld keeps running as fast as possible, not stopping, but only temporarily slows hopping a rock or duck a branch. "I saw it! It's coming for me! Ahhh!" Gimuld is in near hysteria.

"What the hell is wrong with him?"
Quindil asks Vespian in frustration.
"You've probably got a better shot at this than me...try to calm him down.  I'll look for the others, find out just what is going on."

As Milo enters the haze filled camp he calls out through the trees in an odd ancient language. He rattles on for a minute when suddenly the tune stops as an even more eerie silence falls over the woods. The haze remains around the campfire but the scary music has faded away to nothing, leaving Pello and Gimuld with a slight bit of relief. (Pello and Gimuld move down from Panicked to Shaken They no longer have to run away)

The silence that falls over the camp is almost as unnerving as the tune. Vespian and Quindill continue to calm Pello. Erdthar rummages around in the fog looking for Pello and Gimuld’s pack. Milo and Ruff stare off into the trees looking for signs of any forest life. Gimuld comes to a slow halt somewhere deep in the forest. Renoart continues to stand the ready as he strains his eyes, trying to peer through the fog.

<orange> Milo, Renoart, and Erdthar are near the campfire.
Vespian, Quindill, and Pello are south through the woods about 150’ from the campfire.
Gimuld is south through the woods, he is out of sight, you don’t know exactly where he is. <orange>

After finding as much gear as he could in the fog, Erdthar turns to Milo.  "Ok, lead us out of here."

Stopping his fighting when the music fades, Pello simply leans on Vespian's arm, still shaking slightly.

"What in the Diabolique Arnung Narun Dis Stirtar was that?" he says in a shaken voice.